My eyelids are curtains
That cast a silhouette of my soul,
You're blind to what's behind them,
While they remain closed
They wait to open;
And the light will soon shine
Front and center stage,
An audience of people
To watch my life play;
It is a show, every single day
an invention made to hide,
to give a sense of security;
can be dangerous.
can keep you from the truth,
keep you from your life
outside your life.
can make you feel stranded
can make someone go crazy,
crazy enough to take a bottle,
and a gun.
will make you drive around for two days,
about your two sons.
will make the hot fat tears roll down your face
in embarassment and pain and agony.
will put that one bullet in the gun,
put that gun to your head,
if you let it.
We all hide our shamelessness behind curtains,
hoping the curtains are never drawn.
Lying to passersby,
about its lack of importance,
We lie to ourselves,
because it does matter,
the things we do,
the things we hide,
The lies we tell,
the truths we don't.
You tell me to close the curtains.
"Close the curtains so the neighbors won't see!"
But one thought rings out clear in my mind --
The curtains won't change what you're doing to me.
Even if the world's in the dark
About what happens under the cover of night,
It still hurts, it still happens, and it is real.
The situation is desperate for light.
You can try to belittle me -- go right ahead.
But I know something you don't know.
Hit me, hurt me, try to knock me down;
I have nowhere left to go.
I've already hit rock bottom;
I've got nowhere left to fall.
So, close the door behind you --
Because I'm going to tell it all.